The Three Word Challenge Story

This is the answer to a three word challenge from Brian Lageose, who continues to be under the impression that I can write.  LOL.  In the story, you have to use three words he gives you.  I agreed as long as one of the words wasn’t that ridiculous “L” word.

True to his delicious sense of humor, he included that word in my challenge.  The three words are highlighted in red.

(Thanks Brian.  I’m coming for you.)

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Every Saturday afternoon, a group of refined, high-fashion elite women and I met at the Charlestown Country Club, just outside Atlanta, Georgia, where Southern accents were understood and considered to be charming and sexy.

We sat on the veranda, sipped Mint Juleps, fanned ourselves against the steamy heat and often gossiped about tawdry, promiscuous women and the nasty, ill-bred men who tasted their wares.

We were high-born, highly educated ladies who only allowed high-born, highly educated men into our inner circle but by no means were we prudish.  Our ladies and gentlemen honored a code of silence.

The gentlemen didn’t “kiss and tell” and by no means, did they leave money on the dresser after a night of lust.  The women bathed away the evidence and emerged as though they had never been touched, other than a slight triumphant smile, recognized only by us.

It was on a hot, sultry day at the Country Club when I first set eyes on Edward Carrington, III.  I gasped as I said “Oh, my!  Who is that delicious long drink of water?”

Estelle said “that’s Edward Carrington, III.  Every woman in town is trying to land him.  He has everything…looks, money, education, position, charm, charisma, pure raw animal sex appeal…but…”

“But what?” I asked.  “But…he’s a real player,” she said.  “I mean, look around.  Every woman’s head turned when he walked into the room, and don’t think I didn’t notice the flush in your face when you saw him.  Look at him.  He just finished a round of golf and he isn’t even sweating.”

I smiled and said “I’ll bet I can make him sweat.”  Estelle looked at me and said “I’m sure you can.  I’m sure you can make him sweat several times but after a week or two, he’ll move on.”

“I’ll take that challenge,” I said, as I started to make my way over to this mysteriously magnetic, man who now had a target dead center in his chest.

Estelle took my arm and said “you’re going to lose.”

I smiled as I said “we’ll see.”

The next morning, I had the recognizable, triumphant smile on my face.  Estelle whispered “well?”  I looked at her and said “it was glorious and I think you’re wrong.  I think that all he needed was for the right woman to come along.”

Estelle asked “and you believe that you are the right woman?”

“Yes I do,” I said.  “If you had been there, you would agree.  We explored each other with uncontested enthusiasm.  It was much like finding buried treasure.”  I blushed when I said “and he found treasures that I never knew existed.  It was as if we had both been starving to death and were feasting on each other.”

For two weeks, Edward and I shared tempestuous passions that most could only dream about.  I was feeling and doing things that were much like I imagined those “tawdry, promiscuous” women I had loved so much to gossip about were doing and had done.  But I didn’t care.  Edward was a wonderful lover and he brought out the long-lost lover in me, who had been suppressed by my pristine upbringing.

Two days into our third week, I slithered out of his bed and slipped into my sheer bathrobe.  The sun had just risen and as I came out of the bathroom, I crawled toward Edward on all fours like a panther stalking its prey.  He was watching me and suddenly sat up.

There was no “good morning.”  The only thing he said was “I’ve been thinking.”

In an almost purring voice, I said “thinking about what?”

He looked at me and said “I’ve been thinking about us.  You see, some of the men are starting to say words like LOVE, marriage, family, forever…things like that.”  He took my hand and said “you understand that those things are not part of our relationship, right?”

I hoped he didn’t hear my almost deafening swallow as I said “of course I do.”

He said “so, you understand what I’m saying?”

“Yes,”  I said.  “You’re saying our time is over.”  He smiled and said “yes.  I think you knew from the beginning that this was just going to be a casual thing.”

I smiled as I got up but turned before I got to the bathroom.  I opened my robe and watched as his eyes ran the length of my exposed body.  He said “I’ll admit.  I’m sure going to miss that exquisite body of yours.”

I went into the bathroom and closed the door.  After I dressed, I looked at myself in the mirror and smiled.  There was only one word that came to mind.  That word was REVENGE.

I walked out and in a demure, passive manner said “do you know what a supernova is?  It’s when a star gets so bright, it catastrophically explodes.  It signals the end of the star.  Since our relationship is ending, I was thinking that we should be like two stars who supernova and go out in a blaze of glory.”

Edward’s interest was piqued.  “What do you have in mind?” he asked.

“I think we should ‘have each other for dinner’, if you know what I mean.  We could call it our last supper.”  Edward smiled and said “that sounds intriguing.”

“Good,” I said.  “I’ll be here at 7.

I arrived at exactly 7 and Edward greeted me with a smile.  “I have to tell you.  I have been looking forward to this all day,” he said.

I told him to go to the bedroom and undress.  “I”m liking this already,” he said.

When he undressed, I told him to lay on the bed.  I stripped down to a lacy negligee and went to the bathroom.  “What are you doing in there?” he asked anxiously.

“You’ll see,”  I said.  “Just relax and get ready.”

I came back into the room and told him to raise his legs and close his eyes.  I ran my hands over his legs and then placed a small bowl of warm water under his TESTICLES.

As I began to manipulate them into my mouth, he writhed and moaned with sheer pleasure.  “Oh God!” he said.

I whispered, “you’re going to need Him,” and then listened as his moans turned into blood-curdling screams when I clamped down and castrated him with one bite.

 

The End.

 

 

 

All Is Not As It Seems – Chapter Nine

Sela believed that she had found her silent champion but Roy’s feelings and actions had not escaped the King’s notice.

As Sela continued to play with Roy’s emotions, she was tasting freedom.  She was not allowed to leave the grounds but he was and she saw him as her ticket out of there.

She would have to win his complete loyalty and make him want to enjoy that same sweet taste of freedom…and they could not do it under the auspices of the King.

Sela had already begun to feel like she, Dr. Burt, Roy, Greta and all the other silent people in the “kingdom” were part of a “glass menagerie,” kept for the Kings’ pleasure.  She had heard the whispers and she had seen how everyone stood on ceremony.  It was like none of them had an identity of their own.  They were just a small part of a whole and that whole was the King.

She began with a casual question to Roy.  “Could you just leave anytime you wanted?”  His first response was “actually, I’ve never given it any thought.”

Sela looked at him and said “but there’s a whole world out there.  Aren’t you curious?”  Roy surprised her when he said “there’s a whole world here as well, and it’s a very good world.  We, who live here, want for nothing and we’re treated very well.”

“But,” Sela continued.  “Don’t you feel almost like you’re in servitude?”  Roy answered exactly as Sela had hoped.  “We are free to come and go as we please.  We’re not prisoners and certainly not servants in the sense that you mean.”

Sela walked over to Roy and looked at him with beckoning eyes as she said “you can leave and you could take me with you.  We can make a plan.  We can have a life together.”

If Roy, even for a second, believed that would be a possibility, he didn’t reveal his thoughts to Sela.  “Do you realize what you are asking of me?  You are asking me to betray the King.  You are asking me to put my life at risk…to leave the life I’ve known for most of my life.”

Sela gently put her arm on his chest and said “do you really think you’re living?  No matter how you much you posture, you are his servant.  You are at his beck and call.  And remember, you said that you would risk your life for me.”

Roy said “I did say that but you have forgotten the circumstances surrounding that statement.”

Sela sat down on the swing and said “Roy?  Where exactly does the King get his money?  Did he inherit it?  I mean, I  never see him go to work in the traditional sense.”

The look Roy gave her left no doubt that she had crossed the mark and she would get no answer.  As if she had never pried, Sela cavalierly tried a different ploy.  Able to call misty eyes on command, Sela walked over to Roy and said “I need to know if anyone is looking for me.  Don’t you know that I need to know if I am missed?  I had to belong to someone.  Wouldn’t you want to know?”

As she moved closer, she said “don’t misunderstand.  I have been treated like royalty here.  You have been so kind and helpful but I need to know and I need you to help me.”

Sela’s charm and beauty had certainly captured Roy and he was finding it more and more difficult to resist, especially when she was playing the “I’m so vulnerable…please take care of me” card.

 

 

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All Is Not As It Seems – Chapter Eight

As he walked into the house, Sela screamed “I don’t know who I am!  Do you hear me?  I don’t know who I am!”

Roy walked over and tried to calm her down.  Sela looked at him and asked “who is that man?”  Roy said “he owns this house and these gardens.  He owns everything as far as your eye can see.  This is his kingdom.”

“But who is he?” she asked.

Roy gave just the slightest hint of a smile when he said “we call him the King.”  Sela quipped “the King?  You mean as in the ‘King of his Kingdom’?”

Roy shook his head in affirmation.  “Is he Royalty?” she asked.  Roy laughed and whispered “no, he just thinks he is.”

“You still haven’t told me his name,” she said in an almost pouty voice.

Roy said “if and when the King wants you to know his name, he will be the one who tells you.”

“What is your relationship to him?”  Sela questioned.  Roy said “I work for him.”

“In what capacity?” she asked.

“I am multi-faceted.  I’ve been appointed your guardian.  I’m a liaison and most importantly, I’m a trusted family member who protects the King at all costs.”

“At all costs?” Sela echoed.  “Yes.  At all costs, up to and including sacrificing my life,” he said.

She asked “are you in love with him?”  Roy laughed aloud and said “no, it’s not like that.  It’s more of a loyalty thing.  I protect him but he protects me as well.

“From what?” She asked.  Roy pensively answered “from outsiders.”

Sela said “who are these outsiders and why would they pose a threat to you?”

Roy quickly switched gears and said “don’t you love these gardens?  I see you out here every day and you always seem so relaxed and peaceful.”

“You watch me?” Sela asked.  “Yes,” said Roy.  “I told you that I am your guardian.  I am here to protect you on the orders of the King.”

“You mean you’re a stalker,” she said.  Roy said “no.  Not a stalker.  A guardian.”

Sela said “tell me.  Do you stalk me in my bedroom as well?”  Roy smiled and said “no.  Not in your bedroom.  Only on the grounds, and I’m not a stalker.  I’m your guardian.”

With playful eyes, Sela said “so, does that mean you would sacrifice your life for me as well?”

“I would,” said Roy.

“Do you carry a gun?” asked Sela.  “Yes,” said Roy.  “Is it a big gun?” asked Sela.  “Big enough,” said Roy.  “Can I see it?” asked Sela.  “No,” said Roy.

Sela was flirting with him and knew that he would be flattered.

“Are you in love with me?” she asked.  She could see the flush in Roy’s face as he tried to stumble through a denial.  “I’m here to protect you on the Kings’ orders.”

Sela had exposed Roy’s soft underbelly and she knew that he would be vulnerable.  He was in love with her and she could see a means of escape, if she played him…and her cards right.

Using her feminine wiles, she took Roy’s arm.  Coyly returning to the previous conversation about the gardens, she said “you’re right, you know.  The gardens are lovely and so relaxing and peaceful but I still feel as though I am a prisoner.”

As they slowly walked in silence, suddenly Sela stopped and tightened her grip on Roy’s arm.  She could feel his pulse quicken and see his pupils widen.  She looked at him and said, “would you do something for me if I asked?”

Roy thought Sela had finally noticed him and against his better judgment, said “anything.”

She leaned toward him and whispered into his ear, “would you help me get away from here?”

 

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All Is Not As It Seems – Chapter Seven

Weeks passed, and more and more Sela found herself drawn to the feeling of serenity the gardens offered…always under the watchful gaze of the King.

Roy had been appointed her guardian.  He was always close but kept his supervision in the shadows.  He had become enamored with the beautiful, mysterious Sela, who sadly, barely gave him notice.  Their limited conversations were brief and mundane but Roy fought with futility, to spark even a paltry bit of interest from her.

His fight would soon bear fruit, but not for him.  One evening as Sela was coming back to the house, she was startled to see a man standing in front of her.

He was the kind of man you instinctively knew that you shouldn’t look at, but she did.  She was captivated by his striking handsomeness and magnetic eyes but somewhat frightened by his sudden almost ethereal presence.

“Good afternoon.” he said.  “I see that you are admiring my gardens.”

Sela looked around the display as if for the first time and said “yes.  They’re beautiful.  There’s such a sense of peacefulness here, almost like you’re in a different world.  A world of grace and innocence.  Her voice trailed off as she said “a world I think I’d like to belong to.”

“Have you seen the pond?” he asked.  Sela said “no, I haven’t.”

“Come with me,” he said.

They walked along the flower-laden pathway to a huge pond whose beauty rivaled the gardens.

“It’s fully stocked with the finest Nishikigoi, better known as Koi,” he said.  “They are symbolic of luck, prosperity and good fortune.  They also represent perseverance in adversity and strength of purpose.  Most importantly, they are symbolic of loyalty, and loyalty is very important.”  Then he turned and looked as though he knew the exact spot where Roy was standing.

Sela gazed at the playful Koi, who came to the surface begging for food.  “May I feed them?” she asked.

His answer was sharp and succinct.  “No.  I have people for that.”

As if nothing had been asked or denied, he continued.  “Many people erroneously believe that these creatures originated from Japan, when in reality they are thought to be native to China.”

Sela’s eyes were fixated on the massive, brightly colored fish and the over sized pond lilies.  Pink lotus plants seemed to dance on the surface, disturbed only by an occasional beetle looking for the sweet nectar of pollen.

A large, concrete angel with wings spread, held an urn with a never-ending flow of water, which lent the sound of a gentle cascading waterfall.  “If Utopia exists,” thought Sela, “surely this must be it.”

“It’s easy to feel like you can lose yourself here, isn’t it?” he asked.

“Yes it is,” she said.

He turned as if to walk away and Sela said “wait.  Who are you?”

He looked at her with his intense, beguiling eyes and said “I might ask you the same question.”

 

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All Is Not As It Seems – Chapter Six

A week later, Sela was presented with a wardrobe fit for a queen.  As she slipped into a soft, white gauzy summer dress, she wondered “did I wear this kind of clothing?”

With a little trepidation, she opened the door and slowly walked out of the room.  She made her way over to the grand staircase, that seemed to float in mid-air.  Looking down on the immense marble floor of the foyer, she began her descent.

Halfway down, she met a maid who stopped and asked “can I get you anything ma’am?”  Sela asked her name.  “My name is Charlotte, ma’am.”  Sela said “hello Charlotte.  Can you tell me how to get outside?”

Charlotte said “yes ma’am.  I’ll take you to the gardens.  It’s just this way.”

Sela walked out and took a deep breath of fresh air that she had smelled only from the window of her room.  The perfume of row after row of flowers that lined the brick walkways compelled her to pick a rose from a nearby bush.  The grounds looked like a painting you would expect to see at the Louvre.  Saying that she found herself surrounded by overwhelming beauty would have been an understatement.

A large, vine-covered gazebo stood at the end of the path and boasted an inviting swing.  Sela walked over, slid onto the swing and felt free as she pushed herself back and forth.  She laughed like a school girl and let her long hair down, so that it flowed freely as if feeling freedom as well.

She didn’t notice the King watching her from the window high above, nor could she hear the conversation he was having with Roy.

In his usual manner of talking with his back turned, the King said “she’s been here for almost two months and we still know nothing?”

Roy said “we have searched and searched.  Nothing.  It’s like she’s a ghost.”

“Don’t we have somebody at the Police Department?”  Roy answered “yes, but he came up with zip.  There have been no missing persons bulletins, no inquiries, no calls.  Like I said, we have nothing.”

The King, clearly annoyed said “everyone has a past.  No one just magically appears as though they materialized out of thin air.”  He raised his voice and said “just find out who she is!  I don’t believe in coincidence or happenstance or serendipity.  I’m a suspicious man and I believe that she’s here for a reason and I want to know what that reason is.”

Roy cautiously said “begging your pardon sir.  Dr. Burt says she feels like a prisoner here.  If you had some interaction with her, it might help.  You may be able to gain her trust.”

The King was silent for a moment, then slightly shook his head up and down and said “yes.  Keep your friends close and your enemies closer.”

Roy said “you believe she’s an enemy, sir?”  The King said “it’s your job to find out.  Getting information that I request is what pays your salary and it’s a very nice salary, if I recall.”

As Roy was leaving the room, the King turned his back once more and said “I’ll consider your suggestion.  In the meantime, I don’t care what you have to do.  I don’t care who you have to threaten.  I don’t care who you have to buy.  I don’t care who you have to kill.  Just do what you’re being paid for.  Find out who she is.”

 

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All Is Not As It Seems – Chapter Five

With the unspoken approval of the King, Dr. Burt had Sela moved to one of the elegant rooms in the mansion.  When she walked in, she said “is this to be my room?”  Dr. Burt said “yes it is.”

Sela asked “am I to be a prisoner in this room?”  Dr. Burt said “no.  As soon as you have some suitable clothing, you will be free to roam about.  I have summoned a wardrobe specialist to come take measurements and she will fashion a complete wardrobe for you.  You’ll like her.  Her name is Greta.”

Sela surprised Dr. Burt when she said “long dresses with long sleeves.”

“Why?” he said.

Sela looked down at her arms and said “scars.  I have these scars.  I don’t know how I got them but they are there and they need to be hidden.”

Dr. Burt looked at her and said “you are a lovely woman and you have been wounded but remember, you carry the name of a great warrior.  You have battle scars.  Wear them with pride.  They are not shameful things but rather badges of survival.”

Sela looked at Dr. Burt and said “do you know how I got them?”  Dr. Burt shook his head.

Then Sela, with a never before seen vulnerability asked “hasn’t anyone tried to find me?  I mean, I must have belonged to someone.”

Dr. Burt said “I’m sure someone is trying to find you.  Sometimes, these things take time.”

Sela walked around the grand room, running her hands across the backs of luxurious chairs and along the edges of fine, handcrafted tables as if trying to get them to speak to her.  Without turning, she said “I hope so too.”

Her back still turned to Dr. Burt, she asked “might I be allowed to take a walk?”  Dr. Burt laughed and said “we can’t having you walking around in that hospital gown and robe.  Greta will be here in a few minutes and she will have you looking like a movie star.”

“When I get some clothes, can I leave?”  Dr. Burt said “Sela, you don’t know who you are.  You have no memory.  Where would you go?  Would you have me just drop you off somewhere, hoping that someone would recognize you?  Let’s give it some time.  I’ll continue working with you and in the meantime, everything you need will be provided for you.  You’re under my care and I really believe that I can help you.  Like I said, sometimes these things take time.”

Sela looked at Dr. Burt and softly said “okay.”

A knock on the door let Dr. Burt know that Greta had arrived.

She was a diminutive woman who wore her hair in a loose bun right on top of her head.  Her fingers had those tell-tale knobby knuckles and her sun-weathered skin lent a leathery look to her face.   She walked in the room and said “okay, doll.  Let’s see what we’ve got here.”

She began taking measurements and notes, saying nothing but an occasional “um hum.”  She finished and said “okay, we’ll get you some lingerie, casual wear and some formal wear.  I’m not one to stand on ceremony but most here do, if you know what I mean.”

Sela looked at her and said “no, I don’t know what you mean.  I know nothing about the people here.”

Greta said “well doll, put it this way.  You won’t be wearing cut-off blue jeans, loose T-shirts or flannel pajamas.”

After Greta left, Dr. Burt came back into the room.  Sela sat down and stared out the window.  As she sat, she wondered aloud.  “I’m not a prisoner but I’m not allowed to leave.  I don’t know who I am but I have been given a name.  I have no idea how I got here.  I don’t even know where I am but I’m being fawned over and given clothes and rooms.”

Dr. Burt put his hand on her shoulder and said “patience, Sela.  Patience.”

 

 

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